Page 86 of Witch Untold
I could hear Leif in the background asking for the phone. Maybe I should have called him to check in and not Tor. I didn’t want to be favoring either one of them, but Tor had kinda become my check-in guy.
I glanced back at The Elites’ door, where Poppy, Jessie, and Sloane were in hardcore planning mode for our raid on The Order nightclub and our free-the-humans heist.
“Ask her if she’ll be home for supper,” Leif said in the background.
Tor growled softly, no doubt annoyed by Leif’s hovering, but relayed the question.
It was mid-afternoon, even though it felt much later. “I should be. I don’t think we’ll be much longer here.”
“And you’re sure the extra glamour bracelets the silent sisters sent will work?”
“They have to.”
“Not the answer I’m looking for. I don’t like this, Cora. I have a bad feeling, and so do Leif and Rune.”
The threads binding us trembled. “I’ll be fine. We won’t go in without a solid plan. I promise.”
He made a soft growly sound in my ear that went straight to the juncture of my thighs.
“Damn, Tor, don’t make that sound when I’m on the phone with you.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t kiss your face off from over here, can I?”
He was silent for a long beat and then chuckled softly. “Tonight.”
The promise skated over my skin in a delicious shiver of anticipation. “Tonight…”
I hung up and re-joined The Elites.
Sloane paced the floor, hair on end from running her hands through it, while Jessie and Poppy watched. Wren lay on the sofa, fast asleep. Mel had warned he might be a little tired for the next few hours. The metamorphosis into hulk-Wren took its toll on him.
The mood was subdued ever since Sloane filled The Elites in on her new condition, but this was the focus we needed.
A mission.
Action.
A take-down.
I took a seat next to Poppy. “So, what do we have so far?”
“We keep it simple,” Sloane said. “We’re counting on numbers to act as a distraction. Several witches to keep the warlock eyes on them and enough spares to break into the labs, help take out the revenants, and liberate the humans.”
The schematic of the building was spread out on the coffee table. Our escape route was the fire exit, close enough to the secret passageway to be able to usher the humans out to the van we had for transportation. Lauris would be driving.
We needed enough bodies in that VIP room to hide our comings and goings. The warlocks would probably let us play for a little while before the revenants slid out of the walls to feed on us, so that was our window. Everything needed to happen in that time frame, then we needed to make a hasty exit.
Unlikely they’d stop us from leaving. We didn’t fit the profile for being held hostage because we’d be missed, unlike the poor souls they had in the fucked-up feeding room.
“And the revenants in the feeding rooms?” I looked at Sloane. “How many can we take out with the crystal?”
“Five max,” Sloane said.
“And if there are more?”
“Then we’ll have to improvise.”
